Ellis Island Strains Perfect

Go to Mannahattas to receive acclaim, to bang, to sleep on a water bed, or a feather boa, or drift to Nova Scotia, or Campobella, or Goshen, b’gosh, in rain, rainbow,

To slosh.

Come on in by a backway, a broadway, an old soft shoe byway, a tin can alley tin pan volley a love of life, regal device, a slough of despond, held by a noose,

Maybe get invited, if you are ripe, to the halls of Bathsheba, bathing naked, not a bath house, math house, or mad house, but the best little whore house in– in? in? in?– Mannahattas… Best little massage house,

9 East 71st Street

Papparazzi see David’s eye on the Bathsheba, taking a bird bath, needing refreshment, Solomon score, rip one baby distribution, Papparazzi maddened, thinking of Big Mac and fries, eye dripping homeward, billboard says Van Nuys.

9 East 71st Street

Follows a beat, a beat of redemption, a beat of the street, a monetary-judicial scale, 9 East 71st Street is number one, E Street, pay the piper, paper the pooper, bestow the minstrel,

Walt Whitman ripped the name Mannahattas off aborigines, being the name Mannahattas was not copyrighted, or patented, from infringement from freedom fighters, ignited as igneous, chilluns o’ the splain, purple riders, or lovers louvre refrain, is a sight, though a pat pending, a pat on the back, forefending, a love of sweet night, a sleep of love, for the talent coming in, stinking of gin. Gin mixed with parfum, we want some, fullsome, “MY CITY” some.

Proceeds from the sale of 9 East 71st Street sale did go to a “victim’s fund”.